Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ.

Summary: In this chapter, something big occurs…

Emotions one must conceal

Chapter twelve: Date with destiny

He had picked her up half past seven. Both drove off to the movie theater, and finally had relaxed from the hardships of high school. The movie had gone along great, and they decided to watch 'Half past dead.' The theater wasn't that crowded since the movie was old, except there were a few freshmen making out.

Vegeta and Bulma decided to cut them short and threw their food at them and started laughing together.

"So much action!" Bulma said with enjoyment.

"Man, I thought Mayumi was the only one who yelled at the movie screen with me," Vegeta snickered.

She huffed, "It wasn't only that stupid convict I was yelling at, it was also those damn freshman…they shouldn't have made out in public."

"Well you shouldn't have stuck gum in that girls hair," Vegeta smirked.

"And you shouldn't have scared that guy!" Bulma retorted.

"I think we make a pretty good damn team," he said highly amused.

"Hell yeah! But enough of that," Bulma said then looked at him, "What about the dares?"

"Ah yes, the racing dares, hmmm let's see…maybe you should go out with the man whore…" he said while trailing off.

She paled, but regained composure, "And maybe you should go out with Miaka, the man whores, whore."

"I think not…maybe we'll let them deal with each other," he said.

"Good idea."

"How about I buy you an expensive dinner."

She smirked knowingly, "I don't think a burger at the Z dragon shop is going to cut as expensive."

"Hey, it's good enough," he said, "take it or leave it."

"I think I'll take it," she smiled.

"Good choice."

Both then walked down the street to the near by burger shop and decided to have a nice simple dinner. "Two burgers and two milk shakes." He grunted.

Bulma narrowed her eyes at Vegeta, then looked at the waitress politely, "Please." The waitress smiled and walked away.

"Why did you say please?"

"Because it's common curtsey, and stop being ignorant!" she growled.

"Damn you're like a flipping bull dog!" He snickered.

"I can be a Doberman too."

"Down girl."

"Don't think so."

"I'll give you a biscuit."

"And I'll bite you."

"Do you have rabies?"

"VEGETA!"

Vegeta mocked Bulma, and she kept throwing insults his way. Finally the food came and both kept their mouths shut. There was the occasional stealing of the French fries, and throwing stuff at each other, other wise everything was fine.

Finally both walked out of the store, and noticed it was getting really dark out. Bulma and Vegeta decided to take a walk in the park and just talk. "So how's life treating you aoi?"

"Like a bitch," she mumbled.

"Same here…"

"You've seemed really down lately, what's wrong?" she asked.

He gazed into her cerulean orbs with hatred and pain, "Something I absolutely dread is coming up."

"And that is…"

"My father's birthday." He sneered.

Bulma stared at him, "just forget about it."

"It's not that easy. That pain he left me…he abandoned me…my family…that fucking day…" he glowered. "He tried to kill us all…he hit my mom…hurt Mayumi…tried to hurt me, good thing I was stronger than that weak idiot."

"Vegeta…"

"Don't try and send pity on me onna," he simpered, "It won't help."

"I don't pity you Vegeta, how many times do I have to say that? I don't pity anyone because if I don't like it, then nobody else will like it except those low life's like Miaka maybe…"

"Guess your right, still let's just get home, it's getting late," he said.

She smiled and stood up, "Agreed. I know a short cut, follow me."

Both walked out of the park and into a dark ally. As Bulma and Vegeta kept walking, something strange was going on. They could hear cold hard breathing and a sort of sick giggle. "Going somewhere?"

They both turned around with eyes wide, "what in the hell?"

"Surprised to see me? Well of course you are…the bitch and the prick…so good together…" he said in an icy voice. He was drunk…really drunk…

"What do you want?" Vegeta growled.

"Her," he said simply.

"Give it up Yamcha." He leered.

Yamcha smirked, "Oh yeah, I will really give up just because some fatherless, son of a bitch, idiot will tell me what to do."

"Dumb fuck, don't even mention him," Vegeta roared with anger.

"Oh, don't worry, you'll never have to hear me again," he snickered as he pulled something out of his pocket.

Bulma gasped and stared at Vegeta and whispered hoarsely. "No."

"Too late." Yamcha said coldly as he grazed the trigger and pulled it once and for all. The bullet moved with such velocity and it seemed as time had stopped. Vegeta shut his eyes tight and waited for the impact of the pellet. Nothing came…yet when he opened his eyes, he felt blood. When he picked up his hands and stared straight ahead, he had seen Yamcha already gone. He stared at the scarlet substance and something intrigued him.

The blood wasn't his…

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Kat: What does this mean? How will things end out?